Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARY'S BIRTHDAY, by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL Poet's Biography First Line: She is at rest Last Line: Her anthem they shall swell, her joy they too shall know. Subject(s): Birthdays; Mary. Mother Of Jesus; Women In The Bible; Virgin Mary | ||||||||
SHE is at rest, In God's own presence blest, Whom, while with us, this day we loved to greet; Her birthdays o'er, She counts the years no more; Time's footfall is not heard along the golden street. When we would raise A hymn of birthday praise, The music of our hearts is faint and low; Fear, doubt, and sin Make dissonance within; And pure soul-melody no child of earth may know. That strange "new song," Amid a white-robed throng, Is gushing from her harp in living tone: Her seraph voice, Tuned only to rejoice, Floats upwards to the emerald-arched throne. No passing cloud Her loveliness may shroud; The beauty of her youth may never fade; No line of care Her sealed brow may wear; The joy-gleam of her eye no dimness e'er may shade. No stain is there Upon the robes they wear Within the gates of pearl which she hath passed; Like woven light, All beautiful and bright, Eternity upon those robes no shade may cast. No sin-born thought May in that home be wrought To trouble the clear fountain of her heart; No tear, no sigh, No pain, no death, be nigh Where she hath entered in, no more to "know in part." Her faith is sight, Her hope is full delight, The shadowy veil of time is rent in twain: Her untold bliss -- What thought can follow this! To her to live was Christ, to die indeed is gain. Her eyes have seen The King, no veil between, In blood-dipped vesture gloriously arrayed: No earth-breathed haze Can dim that rapturous gaze; She sees Him face to face on whom her guilt was laid. A little while, And they whose loving smile Had melted 'neath the touch of lonely woe, Shall reach her home Beyond the star-built dome; Her anthem they shall swell, her joy they too shall know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADONNA by KATHARINE LEE BATES BALLADE TO OUR LADY OF CZESTOCHOWA by HILAIRE BELLOC OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC PLASTIC BEATITUDE by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR A SONG OF MARY by LUCILLE CLIFTON ISLAND MARY by LUCILLE CLIFTON MARY'S DREAM by LUCILLE CLIFTON CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL A BIRTHDAY GREETING TO MY FATHER, 1860 by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL |
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